Conquered by the Mafia Boss

What a crazy bitch.

What a crazy, hot bitch.

Red flags blaze at me at the back of my mind, but her hand rolls over my groin and squeezes. It lengthens underneath her delicate fingers. She’s a Mafia princess. I thought that she was probably uptight and boring like the rest of the girls connected with the life.

Within a few seconds of apologizing, she grabbed my cock.

So much for that theory.

Elena’s pretty smile makes my heart clench again, or maybe it’s the fact that she keeps stroking my cock. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate. Unconsciously I slap some money on the bar and catch Tommy’s eye near the back. He grins at me and shakes his head, disappearing to the back.

Go ahead and tell Johnny about this, I don’t give a fuck.

I love easy pussy, and this one seems wild. What the fuck would possess a chick to grab a stranger’s cock? She’s either horny out of her mind or on drugs, but her eyes look clear to me.

I close my hand over her wrist and pull her body over my lap. “Hold on a second, hon.”

She sighs, shifting her hips over my lap. My cock makes a loud protest that I try to ignore.

“What is it?”

“Tell me what you want.”

The last time she saw me, she asked me to kill her ex.

An irritated look flashes over her face. “Do you want to take me home or not?”

Whoa.

“I’ll take you home and fuck you in due time, but first I want to know what you want from me.”

Her fingers brush against my neck and her lips fall against mine. She kisses me, if you can call that a kiss. Tantalizing lips and tongue brush over my mouth, barely there. It heats my chest and makes my heart pound.

“I haven’t had good sex in months.”

“What changed between now and the last time you saw me?” I say in a low voice.

“I-I was overwhelmed with personal things.”

I don’t buy it-not the fact that she doesn’t want to fuck me-but that she doesn’t want anything from me. She asked me to get rid of her ex the first time. She’ll probably ask again.

Whatever. I just want to fuck her.

“All right, let’s get out of here.”

Elena returns from the back of the bar, all dressed up for the outdoors, but leaves her wool coat open, probably so that I can’t miss her cleavage.

Nothing about this girl makes sense. She acts like an unapologetic slut, but she doesn’t look like one. There’s very little makeup on her face, and what little there is enhances her natural beauty. She looks like the girl next door. Innocent. Fresh.

I stiffen as she bumps against my side and slides her small hand in mine. Then I smile to myself. Definitely not a whore.

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” she says immediately.

My cock stirs when she looks at me under her eyelashes. Damn, this chick fucking wants me. It’s suspicious, but my dick could care less. I take her to my car and my hand slips from hers. I open the door for her, and she smiles and gets in.

She rubs her fingers for warmth as I start the car and gives me a wide, playful grin.

I’m going to have you every which way.

I must be driving 80 kilometers per hour down these fucking streets. Her hand lies on my thigh like a hot brand. Her fingers make small movements, driving me nuts as she slowly inches closer and closer to my groin.

I nearly blow through a red light, and she laughs. The sound of her laughter echoes in my car, and I catch a glimpse of her smiling face. Strands of her hair cling to her mouth as she laughs and then she slowly pulls them away from her face, and I want to keep looking at her.

Jesus. Get in control.

Finally I park outside my brownstone. My heart beats steadily, slowly picking up the pace as it realizes how close I am to getting my cock wrapped in her pussy. Then her hand curls around my arm just as I’m about to open the door. I turn my head, and she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me. She shoves her goddamn tongue down my throat. It’s fucking hot, I immediately go for her tits. I unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing a black lace bra and her creamy-white tits. She inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hand under her bra and squeeze her. I love her warmth.

I break from her mouth and grab a fistful of her hair. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right now in this car.”

“You can do anything you want with me.”

I let out a small groan as I look at the door. It’s all the way over there.

Take her inside. The last thing Johnny needs is one of his guys getting busted for public indecency.

“Get out of the car.” The voice I use surprises me, but she obeys instantly.

I get out with a little bit of difficulty and drape my coat to cover my rock-hard erection. Smiling, she walks up to me and takes my hand, leading me toward the door.

When we’re at the top of the steps, my head burns with the things I want to do to this broad. Her chest flushes with color as I pin her against the door, and I dig my cock into her thigh so that she knows how hard I am. Elena’s dark eyes flash at me when I take her small chin between my fingers.

“Not many girls get me this turned-on.”

Her tits bump against my chest as she straightens. My heart flips when she kisses me, and I sigh into her, moving forward, but she pulls back with a slick smile. She’s got me right where she wants me.

Fuck.

“I want to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

It turns me on to hear how eager she is to please me, but I really doubt she’ll make that much of a lasting impression.

“What makes you think you’re going to be the best? I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’ll be with a lot more after you.”

She gives me a smoldering look. “Because I want you more than anyone else you’ve been with.”

Wow.